Your Time

Saturday, 12 June 2010

You yell, you scream,
The devious walls listen.
The individual lost,
A candle in a hurricane.

Swaying like a dead reed in autumn,
Your integrity slowly shred to pieces.
They gnaw at you,
And swallow your consciousness whole.

One day money will be burnt for warmth,
Until then, you are deemed useful.
They will crush your ambitions,
As you crushed an insignificant paper scrap.

A stone skipping across chaotic waters,

Stops, and sinks.
They will draw you your dream,
Then drown you in bottomless misery.

Learn from your past,
It helps you feel prepared.
Shortlived, the future will smite you,
The art is in the falling.

You scan the seas,
Compassion is what you need.
Find companions, or so they wish to be perceived,
Use, destroy, replace and repeat, is only human nature.

Your muscles strain, you persevere,
If others can do it, why cant I?
Your friends who know friends who know survivors,
It is a recursed decaying tale.

Like chimeras they prowl,
They prey on your despair.
The slightest sign of emotion,
And you will burn.

Blood streaming across the sky,
Like a sunstreaked painting.
Friends will be lost,
You wish for it all to end.

A bell sounds, lone vestige of hope,
Run toward it, you push yourself.
In seconds, hope to terror,
They are waiting, your time is now.